KIERAN
She collapses into my arms, and her scent hits me like a physical force—heat mixed with her natural wildflowers, so potent it makes my head spin. My wolf surges forward with a roar of pure possession.
"Our mate needs us. Claim her."
"Not like this," I mutter, scooping her fully into my arms.
I need to get her somewhere private and safe.
I carry her through empty corridors, moving fast. My chambers are closer than hers.
I shoulder open the door and kick it shut behind us. The room is dark except for the dying embers in the fireplace, but I know every inch of it.
I lay her on my bed as gently as I can.
She whimpers at the loss of contact, her body instinctively seeking heat, comfort, her mate. The sound makes something in my chest crack.
Her nightgown is soaked with sweat, cl
